I'll tell you the story of the one who fell in to darkness The one that fought to come back from nowhere Lost in the middle of his existence Abstract surroundings Nothing makes sense Visions from the past and future colliding His nails dug into the dark cold stone Step by step, crawling through a lifeless gray desert A restless horizon A dim infinite light Thirsty, hungry, with no hope, no way to die In the void he found a tree Long, twisted and dry From this tree he hangs himself to end his suffering Redеmption may be near Redеmption may be near As he was hanging from a branch, he spat out some blood to the ground Causing a shoot of red fresh grass to grow His energy returns, after understanding the world that surrounds him Dreams, maybe hope, a tear falls down his face He's in the dark, but now he thinks he'll find a way out Something ties him to that place A voice calls to him from within the tree An eternal voice that consumes his mind A struggle inside his head that prevents him from moving forward Despite having found a silver lining He must use all the strength he has left If not, he might be in there forever Land of blood, only food for a cruel world Desert zone, forgotten by God Miracle tree, only remnant of hope Thorned soul, empty body trying coming home